If Putin were a woman
I would ******
And send her a poem every day, exactly after midnight
Once she being seduced, we make a meeting
I wear a puzzle themed-shirt that already be ironed since seven days ago
At that time, I also bring her a rose blossom
She would smell the aroma, smile at me with reddish cheeks
Once the nodes of smile just last for five seconds, me so convinced
I pour in a cup of rosella tea with less sugar
She being more seduced, and sending a code by winking at me
And the expected moment coming
“Putin, may I ask you one thing, one thing only”
“What’s that?”
“Do reconcile America with North Korea. That’s it”